blueboxedd asked: Hawkeye. Hawkeye. 15 or 82? Fuck I just really need more post #15 fic. Lol.
So then I got carried away and wrote this:
The Comfort of the Familiar, Kate/Clint, 1545 words (trigger warnings: mentions of shootings, domestic violence, vomit, hospitals, and amnesia).
Summary: Clint wakes up in a hospital without his hearing or memories.
For the drabble thing, could I ask for some Clint and Natasha? but gah, I can't decide on a number. 74 or 76 maybe?
76. Broken Pieces
(CATWS Spoilers). This is still in the gen realm, I think? Post CATWS.
And behind the cut for spoilers and length
Fic prompt: Seeing Red.
I don’t know. I wasn’t feeling anger, so this came out instead.
And behind a cut for length reasons
I have lots more prompts for the drabble thing and it’s great because it is breaking up my writer’s block. I’ll get to them all, I promise (I HAVE MULTIPLE STEVE/SAM AND THAT’S A+, TUMBLR). They’re a little longer than drabbles in some instances, but hey. *G*
And hey, you can still prompt more if you want. :)
77 MCU Maria Hill, Pepper Potts
(And under a cut because of Winter Soldier Spoilers)
Number 20, Kate Bishop and Bobbi Morse
Kate has trained before. She’s trained with the highest paid martial artists that the city has offered. She’s even gone a few rounds with sidekicks of super soldiers who can’t decide whether or not they are dead.
But never has training been so thoroughly exhausting as it is with Bobbi Morse.
"Is that super soldier serum, the infinity formula, or just old school Mockingbird that is kicking my ass?" Kate asks the tenth time she hits the mat.
"If you haven’t figured that out," Bobbi says as she helps Kate up, "Then we’re definitely not done yet."
Kate bites back a groan because this is the training she has always craved. It’s the training her entire team has always craved.
Either respect for that decision or pity makes Bobbi offer, “Make you a deal, sport. There’s a world class bakery two blocks from here. They make world class oatmeal cookies dipped in dark chocolate. The first time you are able to knock me down, I’ll buy you one in celebration.”
It takes two more sessions before Kate is able to claim that victory, and the cookie is absolutely the best cookie she has ever had.
For the meme, Hawkeyes and 92 (All that I have) and 81 (Pen and paper). Please and thank you! :)
Hawkeyes, Pen and Paper.
Apparently, Clint has been on a real writing kick while Kate’s been
gone. It’s ridiculous, because who even uses pen and paper these days?
She tells Bobbi it’s ridiculous, when Bobbi drops the unfinished
letters that have been rescued from Clint’s apartment into Kate’s lap.
“There’s one for each of us. Jess, Natasha, you, and me,” Bobbi says,
and she gives the kind of smile that doesn’t reach past her nose when
she says, “If you ask me, I’m sure Steve’s letter was next on his
“Letters. Because talking is too complicated,” Kate says, more at the
sleeping and unconscious figure on the bed beside them than at Bobbi.
Bobbi just squeezes her shoulder and asks Kate if she wants anything
from the vending machine.
Vending machine coffee is completely fucking ridiculous - even more ridiculous than Clint Barton’s entire existence - and Kate is
in the middle of a rant about that when her voice gives out, and she
has to turn away from the woman whose mask Kate once wore because
cruddy coffee from a coffee vending machine is making Kate break down.
By the time that Kate has composed herself, Bobbi is no longer there,
and Kate’s only company is a still unconscious Clint Barton. His
breathing is steadier than hers, and Kate clings to that fact as she
sits down beside him and begins to read the letter he never sent.
Hawkeyes, All that I Have (or the a/u where Kate is the first Hawkeye)
And behind a cut, because of spoilers
Summary: Steve has every intention of baking a pie to take to
Thanksgiving dinner. It’s not his fault that a bad case of nostalgia
and sexual frustration interrupts his efforts and causes him to end up
making eight batches of fudge instead.